Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.